Exactly a week ago we let the ducks go free. Mature enough and with enough feathers, it was time for them to learn about their new home. My husband was in Providence helping our son assemble the pieces of his very large master's thesis presentation, so I enlisted the aid of my friend Candace.
Since I had absolutely no intention of climbing into the cage, I propped the gated end back up and Candace and I beat a hasty retreat into the house and waited to see if the ducks would come outside. We waited, and waited, and waited some more, but nothing happened. Without any water, the ducks would have to venture outside at some point but it was like that expression, "a watched pot never boils."
It's now a week later and our cute new ducks are still in hiding and the two bullies are still "circling the wagons" to keep the newcomers from getting any food or even venturing into the stream. I think we're going to have to catch the two adopted ducks and relocate them, so if anyone is interested in two fully grown ducks with poor social skills, just email me. We'd be more than happy to deliver them to you.